Chapter 440: with translation of chapter title

Uncle, I've encountered something strange.

When everyone was preparing to leave my room, I alone detained QingSongShu.

"Oh, what strange things have you encountered?" QingSongShu sat beside me, stroking his beard as he asked.

After hesitating for a moment, I finally mustered the courage to tell QingSongShu: "I seem to have seen Pangzi and Chen Mo's past lives."

"Don't say... don't say it again!" I had just finished speaking when QingSongShu covered my mouth with one hand, which made me feel very strange.

QingSongShu's complexion was very strange; when I said I had seen Pangzi and Chen Mo's past lives, I saw a flash of surprise on his face. But just as I was about to continue, he suddenly clapped a hand over my mouth.

"Uncle..." I looked at QingSongShu, puzzled and incomprehending.

QingSongShu did not directly answer my question, but with a solemn expression he instructed me: "Remember, no matter what you see, you must never mention it to anyone, including Xiaoqiang and myself—not a single word."

"Why?"

QingSongShu frowned, stroked his beard for a moment, then said: "Heavenly secrets, the three lifetimes of cause and effect, are heavenly secrets. Remember, although you have touched upon Destiny Vision, this divine ability—if you can avoid using it, do so. Even if you see someone's three lifetimes of cause and effect, you must absolutely not speak, not utter a single word."

He bent over, patted my shoulder, and with a solemn expression warned: "Remember, leaking Heavenly secrets will surely invite heavenly punishment. This is not the idle fortune-telling of street vendors, nor is it analyzing the psychology of the rich for profit; it is genuine Heavenly secrets, and the consequences of leaking them are beyond what you can bear."

By now I finally understood QingSongShu's meaning.

The three lifetimes of cause and effect will cause a person's fate trajectory to shift. The karmic bonds of the past life are over; those of the future life have not yet arisen; this life is an unknown beginning.

No matter how deep the love or how great the regret, from the moment one falls into this world, everything should become like drifting clouds. Forcibly bringing things from a past life into this one will only disturb a person's life course.

A person's life, although seventy percent depends on oneself, yet in the unseen there is already a three-part fixed measure. Even if there are variables along life's path, none of them compare to the interference of past-life cause and effect.

Therefore, if I were to leak this secret, I would surely incur heavenly punishment—especially if I told Pangzi about the cause and effect I saw, the heavenly punishment would come all the more fiercely.

After all, the past life is something fate itself has obliterated; if I were to make it public, wouldn't that be openly opposing him?

Thinking of this, I already felt a sense of resolve in my heart.

"Uncle, I understand; I will forget everything," I swore to the solemn QingSongShu.

QingSongShu nodded after a moment of thought, told me to rest well, and then walked out of the ward.

Lying on the hospital bed, I found it hard to sleep peacefully.

Chen Mo has already left Aomen, yet I cannot tell Pangzi what I saw! Must I merely watch helplessly as this couple bound by past-life affinity forget each other in the world and silently vanish among the masses?

"Forget it—everything is predestined in the unseen!" I sighed leisurely. Perhaps this is not something I can interfere with. Since heaven has arranged for Pangzi and Chen Mo to meet again in this life, perhaps it has already arranged their ending.

Closing my eyes, I forced myself not to think of anything, trying to see if I could fall asleep.

However, after a moment I still jumped up from the bed with a start—because I remembered something.

It seemed that just now, while chatting with me, QingSongShu mentioned Destiny Vision!

Destiny Vision is one of the divine abilities of the Buddhist and Daoist traditions. Of course, in the present day many people think it is merely a Buddhist divine ability. In fact, all paths converge; when cultivation reaches its utmost, all schools' lineages lead to the same point. Many techniques and divine abilities are actually quite similar.

Although the name Destiny Vision is commonly used in the Buddhist Sect, this divine ability actually originated from the Daoist Sect's Eye Perception and is one of its divine abilities; it can examine the three lifetimes of cause and effect, see through oneself, and perceive others' past, present, and future!

But I remember that I have never cultivated this divine ability! Nor have I ever learned its internal method; how could I suddenly acquire Destiny Vision and be able to see Pangzi's past life?

At that moment, a chubby little figure wearing a red dudou suddenly appeared in my mind!

I slapped my forehead and suddenly recalled that Little Fat had rushed toward me before I lost consciousness, merging with my body. Immediately afterward I found myself in a strange place and saw Pangzi's past life.

If nothing unexpected, this Destiny Vision divine ability is not originally mine—it was granted to me by Little Fat!

Thinking of this, I suppressed the excitement deep inside, silently recited the mantra, and called for Little Fat within the jade. But I called for a long while, even trying to lure it with food, and it showed no reaction at all.

I muttered to myself, "How strange," then opened my spiritual eye to look inside the jade pendant, only to see Little Fat curled up, sleeping inside like a dead pig.

It turns out Little Fat and I are the same, having entered a recovery period from overconsumption. But his condition looks far worse than mine, and I don't know how long he'll need to sleep before he can wake up.

It seems this Fate Penetration is not as omnipotent as I imagined. At least, its backlash is extremely strong. In the dream, I only saw Pangzi's past life and some fragments of what has already happened in this life. Then I immediately fainted, and could no longer continue watching. This proves that, besides its strong backlash, Fate Penetration places great demands on the user themselves.

No wonder people say, to see through past and future, one must substitute life! Whether Little Fat deliberately interrupted it, or I myself can no longer look due to my own problems, in short, this Fate Penetration is exactly as QingSongShu said: better to keep it hidden and restrained, and use it as little as possible.

This ability is nothing but a chicken rib—you can't keep it, yet you can't bear to discard it. Even if you see through the outcome, it's merely self-inflicted boredom; even if you learn someone's past life, what good is it! You still have to act like a turtle, like a grandson, holding it tight and silent; leaking even a word is gambling with your own life.

It's like you painstakingly earned an N-level Japanese certificate, but due to a period of extreme tension between the two countries, you dare not utter a word of Japanese, keeping it hidden and restrained, not even daring to say how many levels you have. Even with great talent, the outcome is merely a stifled death.

Clutching the jade pendant in my hand, I fell into thought.

Little Fat, this little brat, is becoming ever more unfathomable. At first I thought he was merely a fat brat who couldn't even speak clearly, good for nothing but eating.

But after several years, he first displayed a strange strength, and then, while sparring with me, he actually directly unleashed Fate Penetration.

I rubbed my aching forehead, still unable to fathom Little Fat's origin. In my memory, no ancient text seems to record any spirit-body information similar to Little Fat's. At least, I have never seen the three characters 'rod... rod... rod' in any book.

After thinking it through, I simply stopped thinking! It's that old saying: no matter what he is, in this life he's my brother. Even if his true form is an unforgivable evil spirit, I accept it—who asked him to cross paths with me… who asked him to be my companion soul?

In short, I have only a few brothers and friends in this life; I don't care whether they're good or bad—if we meet by fate, I will never abandon them. If you go down the wrong path, I will advise you. If you refuse my advice, I will share your burden… and then turn around and kick you to death.

………………………………

Time flowed on; in the blink of an eye three days passed, and after sleeping for three days I had mostly recovered.

After recovering, I immediately ran to the inn to find Murong Jiaojia.

Under the nourishment of incense offerings, Murong Jiaojia's injuries have healed seventy to eighty percent; if she wants to fully recover, I estimate she only needs a few more days of transitional time.

But after I told Murong Jiaojia everything that had happened on Xiao Tan Shan, she widened her eyes in disbelief and looked at me, saying:

"You actually wanted to directly cut open the heart of the solomon's seal with a knife! Good heavens, what are you doing? I only asked you to take the solomon's seal's rootlets for alchemy!"

Jiajia's words left me stunned for a while; after a long pause, I swallowed and asked her again: "You're sure you told me to take the rootlets, not the core?"

"Hmm, that's only natural," Murong Jiaojia said matter-of-factly: "Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life; in everything there is a sliver of chance left. Especially for spiritual things, which are hard to grow, how could I let you do such a life-taking, virtue-damaging act?"

Murong Jiaojia said while giving me several strange looks; in her eyes, besides sorrow… it was still sorrow.

I "……"

It's clearly your fault for not explaining clearly; you mixed up rootlets with the core—what the hell does that have to do with me? I'm a victim too, alright?

I took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in my chest, and firmly etched this matter into my mind. This incident reminds me: in the future, when listening to the last words of those seriously injured or near death, I must stay alert and be extremely attentive; otherwise, the consequences are truly unimaginable.

For example, an emperor of a certain dynasty, on his deathbed, instructed his son.

"Son, after I'm gone, remember three points: first, be diligent in state affairs, do not neglect court duties; second, follow the will of the people, listen more to ministers' opinions, do not make unilateral decisions; third, do not let……"

On the third day after the emperor's death, the newly enthroned emperor had his…… 'uncle'…… killed.

This is a stark lesson; people who are about to die usually have slurred speech, or they stop breathing mid‑sentence… for example, Murong Jiājia, at that time her brain nerves were short‑circuited by the injury from Heaven's Eye, so that she spoke with unclear enunciation; mid‑sentence she slipped straight back into the Spirit Gathering Jade to heal her injuries.

The past serves as a mirror, the present as reality… This lesson must truly be kept in mind! If in the future I truly encounter someone on the verge of death leaving me their last words, should I cover my ears… or pray that he dies quickly, saying nothing at all would be better!

…………Really, I'm utterly torn!